I am wishing a Happy Thanksgiving to everyone.  Since this promises to be a
day of, as yet undetermined adventures,  I will just send a poem or two.  I wonder sometimes it my poems always make sense to other people.  They make sense to  me of course, but that is because they are the spillage of my thoughts.  It they don't make sense to you....just give them a toss....              

                RUMPLED STARCH
   

I've thanked the Lord so many times,
For showing me the way,
That I can serve him tenderly,
I thank Him everyday.

In my youth were many paths,
From which I sought to choose,
And I have loved the one I walk,
While wearing nurses shoes.

He made me not of what it takes,
To be a starched prim nurse,
But He filled my heart with love,
For Him - and unstarched verse.

The meter's maybe - incorrect,
Perhaps - imperfect verse,
But then I think I haven't heard,
There is -----a perfect nurse.


        SECOND FIDDLE

Love is a sweet melody,
That softly fills the room,
If the violin should stop,
The master has no tune,
The second one the fill the space,
May only play a fiddle,
The memory of the violin,
Remains there - in the middle,
The fiddle shouldn't play a tune ,
Or try a sweet refrain
For memories of yesteryear,
The master shall retain,
The fiddle has a different string,
It has a different bow,
And the music that it plays,
The master doesn't know.
The fiddler cannot burst forth,
And play a tune itself,
For the violinist left,
Some music on the shelf,
The dusty fiddle doesn't play,
Exhausted by the riddle,
It collects the dust because,
It is the second fiddle.

             CLIPPERS

Once I thought the barber was,
So grossly out of line,
For It seemed he clipped me when,
He trimmed that son of mine,
Now, I'd love to dole it out,
I'd gladly pay him double,
If he' just reduce the mop,
Once more - to boyish stubble.

                  ATHEIST

God, give him the grace to see,
The master of his life is Thee,

Take his saddened soul and mold,
Beauty from it's Godless cold,

From his heart the devil's hand,
Take - and let him understand,

Do not let it be his fate --
To stand alone at Heavens gate.

God bless you  ---  Mary  Patty

         

God bless you  ---  Mary  Patty

    This is not a day for prologues. This kind of day slips up now and then, and newspaper reading turns out to be the most risk free endeavor.  This is my second attempt to try blogging ... The first one landed in a dumpster somewhere.
    I am ashamed to say that the art of commenting has once again escaped me.  So..... thank you for visiting me, thank you for comments, and the next time Monica comes I will write down what she says and glue it to the TV.
    Lately it seems there has been more than
the usual amount of debating, between the pro life and the pro choice people.  I believe that people make such choices
based on their beliefs and experiences.
   I was working in surgery in Houston, many years ago, when a lady was brought in for treatment.  She was a semi conscious fourty-something year old who had attempted to abort herself.  The baby of course was dead and we had to finish the job.

          LITTLE FINGERS

Once I saw a little boy,
That had been forced to part,
From the womb that nestled him,
Beneath his mother's heart.
I saw his precious little hands,
And little legs and feet,
I saw his tiny little head,
And little face so sweet,
Little fingers not to reach,
To take a grandpa's hand,
Little feet to never run,
Across the grass and sand.
A little boy to never smile,
Or taste the lemonade,
Or nibble at the cookies that,
A loving grandma made.
Many times I've thought of him,
And as the years go by,
I think of him and wonder....
...The saddest way to die.
I wonder if his mother,
As daylight starts to dim,
Wonders like I wonder,
And if she thinks of him. 

God bless you  ---  Mary  Patty

   This is  one of those days, when the world is so quiet we could hear a snowflake.  It's one of those days made for Gus and me.
   He spends a good bit of time snoozing,
with an occasional trip to and from the
food dish. Since he loves to be of service..
.... or at least THINK he has work to,  I try to  "accidentally" drop a pen...or a piece of paper as he is passing by 
    Because of Gus, I have reason to be a
more thankful person lately, and perhaps I
should also say... rested.  There have been
rumors of a prowler in this area for quite
some time now.  He broke into the house
across the street.....when they were home,
their dog bit him, the man of the house chased him but he got  away.  He  came back to the same house later...and got away a second time.  The deputies have a description of him, but they can't catch him.  He has been here twice...I think.  Once at 3:00 am ... pounding on the side of the house....and one evening around 8:00 pm.  Sooner of later they will catch him.  This is such a quiet area, that to have a thing like this is unusual.  The sheriff has asked for
everyone to keep a watch..
      These quiet days are good for cross word puzzles...and day dreaming and
reminiscing.  I like to think of days gone by, and although I am thankful for the conveniences of today, I am sorry that there seems to be so little of freedom of spirit, in the coming and going of people.
       Today has been a good day.  I have
reached back into time, and made good use of the memories created long ago.
I was born on the Potawatomie Reservation
and marvel in the memories that are   unbelievably beautiful. I have enjoyed thinking of the ponies, and our riding them bareback across the prairie... and the one room school house and the "water bucket" and the "water dipper" that we all used..
    I learned first hand - the love of God.  The love He has for us, it has done me well.  I did however pick up a few superstitions
that I carried into adulthood.  It was a little
embarrassing to face facts........and realize that lightening was not repelled by anyone
who was carrying a chicken.  I wonder if
God smiled when he saw us each grab a
chicken when one of the many thunder storms popped up.
      We had a dog that was half coyote...
his name was "Cye"
            

     SHADOWS ON THE LAWN
The shadows on my lawn today,
Recall - days of the past,
I reminisce my childhood,
I was a happy, carefree lass,
Long ago on another lawn
I sang and played in the sun,
My parents were there and happy
As they watched me having fun,
During the day in the sunshine,
I played with my dog "Ole Cye"
I think he was almost human -
Real friends - that dog and I.
The shadows I see are a memory,
I love them, although I am sad,
As I think of happy days,
I spent with Mon and Dad.

I heard a mother yesterday,
Say to her child so small,
"I missed a lot in life my dear,
But kid ---you"ll have it all"
I paused and reminisced a bit,
Of shadows on the lawn,
I thought again of faithful Cye,
And how we raced the dawn.
I thought of those happy days,
And of the love we shared.
Of all the little heartaches,
My daddy's kisses spared
My mother taught me gratitude, ,
Her heart was full of love,
She taught me then the value of,
The gifts from God above.

When I heard that mother,
My thoughts began to stray,
And if I ever have a child,
.....I know what I will say.
"Love the better things in life,
The things no one can buy,
You need to know the value of,
The birds, the rain, and sky.
Love the things God sends, my dear
The clouds and trees at dawn,
And when you are grown, you'll love
.........The shadows on your lawn.

God bless you  ---  Mary  Patty

I tried to send a comment to Kim, and guess
what.?..........it ended up on my own blog. Oh dear - who wants me on their "smart team?"  I am going to give it one more try...

God bless you  ---  Mary  Patty

    Thanks to Monica, I am back in business... She is for sure one person - who is full of the right direction. 
     My old TV died a good while ago, that was when Lisa and Monica brought a new one from Bolivar.  It was a delight to watch, and to use in connection with my WebTV.  Monica had taught me to blog. and I was in the process of learning to reply to comments when the BRAND NEW TV died.
     Monica came and picked up the  the  dead TV a few days ago, and  today she reinstalled the new one.  What a difference a day makes...what a difference a new TV makes....and what a difference Monica makes. 
       
                      FRED
Once a classic verse I wrote,
About old Fred - my lovely goat,
Graceful horns adorned his head,
Such a classic goat - was Fred,
He was somehow not the same,
As other goats, he was urbane,
I was inspired - so proud to own,
That old goat - I wrote a poem,
Alas - the verse I can't recall,
I'll write hereafter on the wall,
Oh classic verse!  Oh ravished fate!
My very best - old Freddie ate. 
 

God bless you  ---  Mary  Patty

If anyone is interested in my dear friend and former boss, his obit. is in today's
Kansas City Star.  C C Gullett, MD.  His
wife Ada Mae, was just as nice as he was.
I think it is very unusual for any one person
to accomplish the things he did, and remain
in his own estimation a common individual...
He was born in a sod hut in Canada.  When
he went to medical school, he lived in an
attic room of a large house, he put cardboard in the bottom of his shoes, and
lived on day old food from the bakery.
      I don't know the name of his religion,
but he was one of the most devout men I
have ever known.  He taught me a great deal about God.
      Sometimes on his way home from
work he would stop past by to see my dad.  They would set on lawn chairs in the back yard....and watch the garden grow. My
dad at the time was in poor health, my dad
only went through the 5th grade.  My dad
operated a successful business, but he had
little former education.  Read about  Dr. Gullett, and then imagine the two of them-
true and trusted friends.
       One of our technicians was attempting to make a coat.  She had trouble with the
button holes.  Dr. Gullett took it home with
him....and finished it.  
       As you will note he was also in charge of the medical services at Saudi an Arabian
Airlines, along with Ethiopian Airlines
       Work trips were necessary for us to go
from Kansas City to Jedda, Saudi Arabia.
The Saudi's expected us to go to work at once - when we stepped of the plane.  It was a 22 hour flight.  Dr. Gullett satisfied them...and took care of us at the same time.... by having us manage our time, so that we had a three day rest (and fun) stop-over, either in Rome or Cairo.  It was just a short flight on to Jedda, we just hopped off the plane full of pep....and went right to work.
       Please look him up, and read about an
unusually nice man, who was a true friend
of God.

God bless you  ---  Mary  Patty

        THE CHOSEN ONE

Many years ago God knew,
The world was filled with sin,
He also knew of Mary and,
The love she had for Him,
Gabriel was an angel,
Who lived with God above,
He was sent to Mary with,
A message of His love,
Mary welcomed Jesus,
He was the Father's Son,
Though many women waited,
She was the chosen one.
She loved the Holy Infant,
He lived in her good house,
And they were both protected,
By Joseph- Mary's spouse.
She guided Him in childhood,
She taught Him how to talk,
She gave Him tender kisses and,
She watched Him learn to walk,
He grew to holy manhood,
She was so proud of Him,
She knew her gentle Jesus,
Would die because of sin,
Many were His friends until,
He was at Pilate's gate,
Then in fright they fled because,
They knew of His sad fate,
His mother's heart of courage,
Knew they had fled in shame,
She walked along beside Him,
And breathed His holy name,
On the cross they nailed her Son,
She saw that precious blood,
In pain He looked at Mary,
And knew He understood,
In grief He saw His mother,
In death she saw her Son,
They suffered there together,
He and the chosen one.
A sword of sorrow pierced the heart,
That once was filled with joy,
For though He was the Son of God,
................He also was............her boy.

God bless you  ---  Mary  Patty

     I am as yet, unable to reply to comments.
...or to make comments on anyone else's
blog.  This machine has the capabilities I am sure.  The inadequacies are to be found in the hands of the typist......and that will, I am sure be remedied when help arrives.
    In the meantime there is not much to report from these parts......except there is
a prowler in this area  Yes, believe it or not, in this sleepy, sunny, hilly, friendly
little section of the countryside there is a prowler.  He has strange habits and the
law enforcement people have been trying
to catch him for a good while now.  He
broke into my neighbor's house, their dog
bit him and he ran away.  He outran the man of the house.....but he later came back
and they still were unable to catch him.
    He has been here twice, once to pound on the side of the house at 3am. I was
asleep, but my daughter-in-law heard him.
A few evenings ago at 8pm, someone was in my car. I heard a car door close, but there was no car in the driveway except mine.
    I didn't phone the law...I thought they might think it a little silly to report such a
thing.....but they were here the following
day for about an hour.  They ask me to
phone if I heard........anything at all.  I did
not notice until yesterday that someone
had trampled down some bamboo stalks
near the front porch.  Because of Gus, my
German Shepherd I am not afraid. He is
inside always at nigiht. I must admit though that I did not open the door
to even try to see what was going on.
I would have expected myself to at least look out a small window in the door...
    I think today I will share a poem that I
wrote following an office visit, with my
granddaughter.  It was her first sonogram,
and her first pregnancy. 

           SONOGRAM

Dearest little baby,
      You linger in my dreams,
Time is passing slowly,
      Or to me it seems,
I dream of little fingers,
       And tiny little toes,
Of other things I wonder,
       But only Jesus knows,
He's making every little hair,
       And setting it in place,
Soon He'll make a tiny smile,
       And put it on your face,
I wonder if your precious eyes,
       Are blue or green or brown,
I wonder if your little ears,
       As yet can hear a sound,
Jesus gives us many gifts,
        He plans each one with care,
When you see the light of day,
        A gift awaits you there.
That gift will always love you,
        Though not a part of you,
You are it's love completion,
        And you will love it too.
When your days are happy,
        And also when they're sad,
That gift will hold you snugly,
        It is your Mom and Dad.   
    

God bless you  ---  Mary  Patty

Dear Bloggers.....I think I have messed up
I entered 3 poems, and they ended up
being in the wrong order.  Don't waste
your time here.   I will do better later.

God bless you  ---  Mary  Patty

                      DAD
Dearest-precious-gentle dad,
Truest friend I ever had,
On your pillow white and soft,
Closed your eyes and drifted off,
Went into a deep sleep,
Angels there, their watch to keep,
Then they softly took you Dad
I miss you, but I am not sad,
You are where you longed to be,
Happy there, our Lord to see,
No regrets - you had to go,
I loved you Dad, and told you so.
Look down on me now and then,
Guidance often to me send,
For you know I need your help,
I feel so lost - here by myself,
As before, please take my hand,
You just lead, I'll understand,
When my earthlly sojourn ends,
Please be the angel that He sends.

                 CROWN
Just one year ago today,
Precious Dad, you passed away,
I have tried so hard to pray,
But there is no prayer to say,
You now have the crown you sought,
With that Precious Blood He bought.


            I WONDER
Was it just three years ago
Dad, that you passed away?
Often times still yet it seems,
I think of you and - pray,
In your happiness supreme,
With Heaven there to see,
I wonder if by chance, somehow,
You sometimes think of me.

God bless you  ---  Mary  Patty

I had just finished my blog for the day ....and
the machine ate it.....
      I will send a poem and forget the rest.
This poem I think..... needs a page of it's own anyway.  It only took 10 mminutes to
write it.........but I lost a bucvket of tears in
the process.    (In 1965)

God bless you  ---  Mary  Patty